“Make yourself comfortable.” I gestured at the navy-blue sofa as Mama came out from her hiding place, hissing in Jax’s direction. He looked taken aback for a moment before his mouth stretched into a big grin. “Hostile kitty?” I laughed. “Yep. That’s Mama. I’ve had her for two months, and I’m pretty sure she’s been plotting my death the entire time.” “Hi, Mama,” he said, as she scampered off toward the kitchen. “Don’t take it personally.” I snorted. “She’s an equal opportunity hater.”
